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 Mar 2018 Aaliyah
Her
Immortal
 Mar 2018 Aaliyah
Her
the moment a poet
falls in love with you

is the moment
you live

f o r e v e r
 Mar 2018 Aaliyah
Evelyn Genao
I'm always smiling.
I am beautiful.
My heart is not broken.
I'm fine.
These are not tears.
I do not miss you,
nor do I need you.

It's the truth.

No, I don't need your help.
yes, my life is wonderful.
He loves me.
I'm his only girl.

I'm not lying.

I love my friends.
They're always nice to me.
I am not being bullied.
I'm not alone.

I hate that I'm telling the truth.

My back is not pierced with knives.
I do not feel like dying every day.
I’m fine.
I’m okay.

It’s true that these are all lies.
I hope you love it and be sure to comment what you think.
 Mar 2018 Aaliyah
Dust
Love? Hate?
 Mar 2018 Aaliyah
Dust
I love you.
You heal me.
You are the sun that wakes me,
You are the voice that comforts me,
You are the best person ever!

I hate you.
You hurt me.
You are the hand that hit me,
You are the voice that frightens me,
You are the worst person ever!

I love you.
You are a shoulder to cry on,
You are the hug I need,
You're okay, I guess...

I hate you.
You are the reason I cry!
You are the one that hurts me,
I'm afraid to be around you.

I miss you.
I miss the person you used to be,
before the pain,
before the tears,
before you hurt me.
Okay, so- hurt ("you hurt me") is supposed to be past tense, but heal is supposed to be present tense.
I wrote the first stanza from the perspective of my younger self, and then it kind of alternates between younger me and present time me.
This was actually the poem I used to get onto this site... I love this poem, it was the second real poem I wrote and it is probably my favourite.
Once upon a time
your name was the first thing that
i'd think of
when i needed to smile
it'll dutifully bring color to my cheeks

Now, your name is still the
first thing that i'd think of
but only when i needed to sober up
it'll chase the joy away without fail

What frightens me the most
is that what if this is a modern fairytale
no more "happy endings"
no "wind in our sails".

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